I'd like to do a song that I wrote today about our government's increasing infringement on our right to privacy, but the lyrics mysteriously disappeared from my guitar case.

If you're eating or drinking something made from cow's milk, it's because a calf chained in a box somewhere isn't.

Here's a test you can try at home, Put a 2 year old in a playpen with an apple and a rabbit. If it plays with the apple and eats the rabbit, you've got a carnivore.

The inner intent one has of ‘may everyone attain salvation’, will bring salvation to himself first.

The jury passing on the prisoner's life May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try.

Religion is not going to come up with any new arguments.

Wit, like poetry, is insusceptible of being constructed upon rules founded merely in reason. Like faith, it exists independent of reason, and sometimes in hostility to it.

Black people have been killed for directing their gaze at the wrong person. I want my subjects to reclaim their right to look, to see, to be seen.

The problem with my balloon collection is that people always think there's a party. Settle down. It's not a party. It's just balloons.

The cliché is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichés, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.

My concern is not that there are too many sweatshops, but that there are too few.

Long Kiss Goodnight has a huge cult following. They could make another version of that movie right now and make a lot of money.

Writing is thought crystalized on a piece of paper, which can then be reviewed.